It's now a little more than a week in to the new year, and it turns out my list of resolutions may have been a wee bit optimistic. To save face, I've scaled it back a bit:
1. Floss. Every day, starting Thursday.
2. Some form of anaerobic exercise every day, starting Thursday.
3. Write at least one page a day, starting Thursday.
4. Netflix at least one new movie a week (and actually watch them). Starting Thursday.
As you may have noticed, none of these resolutions actually start until January 10th. Why? Well, I'm still in Seattle. But by Wednesday night, I'm going to be back in Los Angeles, and my life will be returning to its regularly scheduled program of working lots and sleeping little.
And honestly, it's about damn time. This cushy living up here in Seattle is getting tiresome. No work, no obligations. Just a lot of sleeping until noon and vegging in front of the TV. I'm turning into a slack-jawed, brainless lump.
Let's get some shit done, aiight?
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12.20.2007
thehurwitz 2.0
I know I left you all (read: the one or two people who read this blog) with a big cliffhanger a week or so ago, and I'm sure you've been anxiously waiting on the edge of your seat. Well, wait no longer, here comes the incredibly unsatisfying resolution: I bought a camera!
Yeah, I know everybody has a camera. I even have a half-broken, POS digital point-and-shoot sitting around somewhere. But I'm now the proud owner of a digital SLR, and it makes me immeasurably happy to be able to take nice pictures of things.
I tested it out on my trip with Amy to San Diego this past week, which was unbelievably relaxing, and provided great picture opportunities. So expect posts to be periodically accompanied with pictures, although they will likely be more pictures of things, rather than people, because I'm going to constantly forget to ask my subjects if they are comfortable with having their picture posted on some obscure blog that no one reads.
Enjoy!
Yeah, I know everybody has a camera. I even have a half-broken, POS digital point-and-shoot sitting around somewhere. But I'm now the proud owner of a digital SLR, and it makes me immeasurably happy to be able to take nice pictures of things.
I tested it out on my trip with Amy to San Diego this past week, which was unbelievably relaxing, and provided great picture opportunities. So expect posts to be periodically accompanied with pictures, although they will likely be more pictures of things, rather than people, because I'm going to constantly forget to ask my subjects if they are comfortable with having their picture posted on some obscure blog that no one reads.
Enjoy!
12.19.2007
seriously?
It's remarkably depressing when you get off a plane and no one's waiting to pick you up.
It's comically depressing when no one's waiting because it's 3:00 in the morning and the reason your plane is landing 3 hours later than scheduled is because the pilot got stuck in traffic or something.
I spent most of last night sitting on a tarmac, when my usual 9-to-midnight flight from LAX to SEA became a 9-to-3 hell-ride. The irony of it all was that I was absolutely convinced I was going to miss my plane. I made it to the gate about 5 minutes before scheduled takeoff, out of breath and thinking I wouldn't be able to pick up my bag until the next morning.
So in any case, I'm in Seattle now. And I'm cold.
It's comically depressing when no one's waiting because it's 3:00 in the morning and the reason your plane is landing 3 hours later than scheduled is because the pilot got stuck in traffic or something.
I spent most of last night sitting on a tarmac, when my usual 9-to-midnight flight from LAX to SEA became a 9-to-3 hell-ride. The irony of it all was that I was absolutely convinced I was going to miss my plane. I made it to the gate about 5 minutes before scheduled takeoff, out of breath and thinking I wouldn't be able to pick up my bag until the next morning.
So in any case, I'm in Seattle now. And I'm cold.
11.25.2007
northwest bound
There's only one word that could possibly describe my Thanksgiving weekend in the Pacific Northwest: indigestion.
Yes, there was a considerable amount of delicious food, but there was also a completely inexplicable bout of food poisoning, contracted from dinner Friday night.
Other than that, the trip was about as relaxing a trip home can be. Amy and I went to Port Townsend with my dad, Joan, and Brian, where they have a very nice house with a very nice view. It absolutely freezing, but the air was crisp and clear and I learned how to play Bocce ball, so all and all I'd consider that a good trip.
The next night Amy and I made it to Snohomish, where we had dinner with my mom and Patrick and lazed about the next day until it was time to fly home. All flights were on time, there were no crying babies, and I even made it to work on time this morning.
I hope everyone else's Thanksgiving went just as well, only warmer. And with less vomiting.
Yes, there was a considerable amount of delicious food, but there was also a completely inexplicable bout of food poisoning, contracted from dinner Friday night.
Other than that, the trip was about as relaxing a trip home can be. Amy and I went to Port Townsend with my dad, Joan, and Brian, where they have a very nice house with a very nice view. It absolutely freezing, but the air was crisp and clear and I learned how to play Bocce ball, so all and all I'd consider that a good trip.
The next night Amy and I made it to Snohomish, where we had dinner with my mom and Patrick and lazed about the next day until it was time to fly home. All flights were on time, there were no crying babies, and I even made it to work on time this morning.
I hope everyone else's Thanksgiving went just as well, only warmer. And with less vomiting.
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